"And there will be no release, by catharsis or profanity. Anality,
obscenity, banality: in vain. Only by persistent and unalloyed reality can
purpose and near-sanity every hope to reign."

It's been a horrible day, just horrible.

Like any other day, really. I just cut loose about it this time.

Maybe I'll quit my job. Not tomorrow. That's a dayoff. Just as well that I
turned out to be working on the non-existent tuesday.

Overwhelming waves of disgust and vulgarity. Spasms on the keyc:
,:ha:qldboard doing nothing... nothing.. too many people are grabbing at
the controls.

I think I do know... I do know. We're all individuals,,, ... we're all...
we're.. I had a.. aaa..aaa.a..a..a..

I had a turning pin and the gaskets let smoke into the water.. punting..
don't get the engine wet.

I had a revelation some time this morning (a week ago) annd in that
co-current now I realized that it's no wonder individualism gives people
such hives, they're not people, they're lots of people, and if they're real
individualists, they're going to give their neighbours quite a shock, I say.
It's the physical constraints that carry the day. A system at too far a
remove must act on its own, amputation by decision, or by omission.

But morally nothing is sacred, and the split-brain patient who reaches
towards a clothes rack with two hands and pulls back two different
suits/socks/shirts tells the tale, hidden you bet not.

You're all individuals, but you're all in the same tank. It's the tank that
they're shooting at. Hope all of you know how to drive this thing.